Thursday, January 21, 2010

How time flies...

When you're tucked away in the bush working on new music.

We'll come out for the show tomorrow night though.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

by Nathan Ferraro

.A poem called lightning. Asjhjfhdj.

When it hits, you hear thunder and that's it.
Just a flash before you fall. It burns you up and you want nothing
else at all.
Now I find myself walking in the rain,
my umbrella to the sky, trying to retrace all the steps when it
first came.
Looking down, I see holes burned in the ground and
people fallen to their knees, they’re writing poems about the
refuse left to see.
There's a house and its split right down the
seam, I climb up to be in reach and as the clouds roll in, its
here I fall asleep.
I dream lightning will strike me twice.
And make my heart a sacrifice. Oh I'll wait out, through every
storm, for it to come - to love someone - how I loved her.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Oh the weather outside...

I don't remember the last time I took so much down time. Seems like we haven't been working at all since we got off tour right before Christmas. We did fly out for a new years gig, but even that didn't really feel like work. Guess I've picked the right profession...

It was nice seeing my family over the holidays but I woke up this morning in my parents house ready to get back to business, raring to go, only to be thwarted by mother nature. I tried making my way back to Toronto but the highway was closed.

Only then did I abort my driving mission (the white out conditions and snow covered roads should have been enough of a cue to turn around, but we have new music to make and I just couldn't give up without trying...)

For now I'll stick to hot chocolate and amaretto, and give it another go in the morning. Nice feeling looking forward to getting back to work. Wasn't that long ago I was a kid praying for the first day back to school to be a snow day.